Thirty minutes before

Miguel, after having traveled a long way, when he realized that he was out of reach of the traffic cameras, parked on the side of the road, got out and looked in the back seat, he saw that blood was gushing from Diego's wound. He tore the sleeve of his shirt, made a kind of bandage, tightened the bullet hole, putting pressure on it to prevent it from bleeding.

″What your brother lacks in intelligence, your brother lacks in intelligence You're an idiot Diego! How did you put yourself in range of your worst enemies? You have no idea how much pleasure I took in shooting you, you don't know how I struggled not to take the shot a little higher and blind your life as was my most fervent wish.

″Pleasing daddy... you are a manipulable man," Diego taunted him.

″If that were so, you would be worm food. You should kiss the ground I walk on and give me a standing ovation when I walk next to you, because if I hadn't arrived, my father would have passed you on to a better life